Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Twenty Two

*This chapter contains detailed sex scene. Readers are advised to continue at their own risk. *

The restaurant is very cozy, with dim lights and booths of four and two. We chose the last booth, far from everyone. The waiter arrives and place water in front of us. I let Abel order our food for us. I don't listen to what he orders because I am busy admiring him. He looks so fucking handsome, like a painting came to life.

He senses my eyes on him, turning to face me and smiles his mega watts smile. My heart stops for a second, then starts again.

"Do ya like the ambience?" He asks, making small conversation.

"Yes very much. I like small, cozy restaurants. They feel so, you know, intimate." I wave my hand to explain which makes him chuckle.

"You look really sexy tonight. Color red suits you." He compliments. I nod my head yes and feel the redness spreading on my cheeks.

For the rest of night we talk about anything and everything. He asks me my favourite writer, genres I like reading and writing, artists and more. I ask him about his songs, the type of music he makes, his family. He gets a little awkward when I ask about his dad, so I let that drop.

"Can I have the check please?" He politely ask the waiter. He rushed to fetch the check.

"What, we ate everything but not dessert? I thought this was full three course dinner." I say jokingly. He laughs then leans over the table, so I can be the only one who hears what he says next.

"Dessert's at home. And I'm serving your sweet pussy." His words make me choke on water. He have no shame when it comes to sex. The waiter arrives with check, saving me from saying anything.

Actually I don't say anything all the ride back from restaurant to home. But that doesn't stop him from talking. He whispers things to me, things he would do, things he would love to do one day. He confess how amazing it feels when we are together, how my moans turn him on more than anything can.

We make a quick stop at a general store. Abel instructs his bodyguard, Freddie, to buy something and then he comes back with a paper bag in hand.

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As soon as we are inside my house, he pushes me to the wall and kiss me hard. His hand is in my hair, holding my head in place while his tongue explore inside my mouth. I moan in his mouth, which makes him tug at my hair. All too soon, he pulls back, leaving me panting heavily.

"Take off the jacket and shoes. I'm gonna be a minute." He orders then walk to the kitchen. I do as he says, placing my jacket on the sofa and impatiently waiting for him.

He retreats back in the living room, empty handed.

"So, where were we?" He says in his raspy, turned on voice. He pulls me towards him, so that his body is pressed against mine, feeling every inch of him through my thin dress material. He turns me with him, so that I am now sandwiched between him and the sofa behind me. He kisses me then, passionately. His hands roam all over my body and so does mine.

"Do you like this?" He asks, then kisses me again. He pulls back then ask the same question again. "Y-yes." I shakily reply, my equilibrium scattered all over the house. He kiss me again, tugging at my hair, making me moan his name.

"Do you trust me?" He ask as he kiss me. I reply yes again. He kiss me one last time then lead me to the bedroom. He removes his wallet and cell phone and place them on the dresser. He then proceeds to remove his jacket. Turning and walking to me back, he removes his tee shirt. I stand still, my throat dry and my heart frantic in my chest.

He roughly pulls me and kiss me on my mouth, all his passion from before turned into pure lust. His body is so warm, like he is heating from inside out. His hand runs up and down on my ass, sometimes his nail rakes down on my inner thigh. His hand inches upwards, eager to start working on it.

His finger rub me through the lace panties. I am definite that he can feel my wetness, cause I am dripping right now. I think I will come if he just keeps kissing me. He pulls back, pulling my dress above my head and throwing it behind him. I am so fucking turned on, I can't even begin to explain. I have never felt this type of lust with anyone, the type where I can do anything and everything for the other person.

He unhooks my bra and it falls on our feet. He cups one in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the nipple while he kiss and bite on my neck and shoulder. I just can't control my moans, they keep falling out of my mouth without my permission.

"Do you a have belt?" His question startle me from my ecstacy.

"Huh?" I ask, my mind in different place than here. "Do you have belt?" He repeats. "Yeah, why?"

"Where are they?" He ask, impatient. I point towards my closet and he walks away to it. I stand here, semi naked and more turned on than I can bear, and he remembered something related to belt? Is he going to try some BDSM thing? The anticipation is killing me. Then I see him walk out, with my slim black leather belt. The way it is wounded on his hand, does something to me.

He throws it on the bed then kisses me again. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, ma." He whispers then gesture for me to lay on the bed. I do as he instructs, my head near the headboard. He takes my hands in his and wound the belt around them. Then he pulls them to the headboard and pull it through the gap on it. So now my hands are tied and a part of belt is going through the gap in headboard.

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A.N

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